TW. dryhumping kinda idk his thang out, i think that’s it! saw twt porn that made me think of caleb so…HERE TAKE IT! DAMN!
ever since the two of you made it official, caleb hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. in the car, at work, across restaurant tables during dinner—everything about you drives him insane. maybe it’s because he spent so long wanting you, waiting for you, that now he can’t stop himself.
so when he comes home to find you standing at the sink in one of his shirts, quietly washing dishes like you belong there, something in him snaps.
“fuck, pips…” caleb groaned, hands tightening around your hips as he dragged you back against him, letting you feel just how hard he was beneath his uniform. a shudder ran through him when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in deep. “smell jus’ like me,” he mumbled, grip bruising when he realized you’d used his body wash.
“c-caleb, wait…” your words dissolved into a soft gasp as he tipped your head back and kissed you hard. he hastily undid his belt, freeing himself from his pants just to continue rutting against you.
“can’t baby, been waiting so long already.” he braced both hands against the counter on either side of you, forehead falling against your shoulder as warm breaths fanned across your spine.
the desperation in his voice chipped away at whatever resolve you had left. you slowly pushed back against him, earning a low curse under his breath. “that’s it,” he groaned. “fuck… jus’ like that.”
you felt his hands hold your waist as he tried to steady himself, already trembling with how close he was. “gonna cum for me, colonel?” you teased softly, “can feel how close you are.”
the sound he made was somewhere between a moan and a strangled groan as pleasure finally overtook him. he whispered your name like a prayer, breathing uneven as he tried to ride out the overwhelming rush of it. even afterward, he stayed wrapped around you, pressing lazy kisses against your neck while he caught his breath.
“so good to me,” he murmured against your skin. “love you so much, baby.”
you barely had time to laugh before he hooked an arm beneath your legs and lifted you effortlessly into his arms. he grinned at the squeal you let out, already carrying you toward the bedroom.
Summary: Caleb decides to take you away for an entire weekend in the mountains. Prepare to be his pampered princess <3
Content Tags: NSFW! Tender-lovin' tent sex; panty sucking; pathetic, lover boy Caleb; Whimpering; pleading, Oral Sex, m&f; Cowgirl; So.Many.Hickies; Mentions of touching grass (fictional). Reader is implied female, other than that, no descriptors used.
From Hammy: Holy moly! This thing got away from me. We're looking at 6,874 words, with nearly half of it being the most filthy smut I've ever written. Enjoy responsibly. Hammy is not responsible for any personal injuries that may occur after reading...
It was finally the weekend.
You felt like you were barely holding it together, only able to count down the hours until you could see Caleb again. Work had been particularly brutal for both of you lately, which meant you were surviving on late night video calls and text messages.
Now, though, you could hardly remember your misery. Not with the top off the Jeep that Caleb had rented and the wind roaring in your ears.
The city and all its worries were far behind you now, there were only trees blurring together as you passed them while lazily winding up the side of a mountain.
You took a moment to glance over, marveling at how good Caleb looked like this. The sun poured over him, glinting off his aviators as he drove—one hand on the steering wheel while the other held yours tightly. He looked so relaxed, even threw a cheeky smile at you to let you know he was enjoying the view as much as you were.
Eventually the pavement ended, giving way to abandoned logging roads that twisted through old forests. The Jeep lurched over a rut, hard enough to knock you back against your seat. A startled laugh burst out of you before you could stop it.
Caleb glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting,
“You alright over there?” The Jeep hit a pothole and rattled the cab, bouncing you against your seatbelt.
“Fantastic,” you giggled, “this is so luxurious!” He laughed—the sweet, boyish sound of it nearly swallowed by the tires crunching over gravel and the wind whipping around you.
His hand held yours a little more tightly, bringing them up to his mouth to press a kiss into your knuckles.
Dust billowed up and swirled around you in golden clouds while the trees grew thicker, casting shadows across the road the deeper you went. For awhile you were both content exploring, taking in the scenery as you went.
Finally, he slowed and pulled off at a rocky outcrop. You were near the top of the mountain where you could see the valley below you stretch for miles, dappled in shades of green mingling with the turquoise river.
“Wow…” You breathed, climbing out of the dusty Jeep to admire the view.
“Will this spot do?” Caleb asked, stretching his stiff limbs out as he stood and walked over to you.
“I think so.” You gave him a look—the one you always gave him when you were promised some mischief to get into.
Caleb’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. He would never admit how much he adored that wicked little spark, even though he knew it probably spelled trouble for him at some point.
In typical Caleb fashion he insisted on all the heavy lifting, setting up the camp site quickly while you drifted in and out of his reach, fussing over arranging your sleeping bags and hanging string lights.
“We make a pretty good team,” he remarked, clapping the dust from his hands as you both stood back to admire your work. You leaned into his side, taking in the little patch of wilderness you had claimed and made your own. Something about the way your sleeping bags laid next to each other in your little orange tent made your heart flutter, but you stuffed the feeling down before it could make you misty-eyed.
“A team? You hardly let me do anything.” You whined and he chuckled like he always did when you got petulant.
“Feeling hungry yet? I can get started on dinner…” He offered in penance, wrapping his arms around you waist.
You shook you head, wrapping your arms around his neck in return.
“I wanna go down that trail and dip my toes in the river,” you sighed, “it’s so hot.”
Caleb nuzzled your hair, pulling your warm scent in through his nose. He could smell the heat lingering on your scalp, the salt dampening your skin and hair, then squeezed you once before letting you go.
“Grab your pack then, pipsqueak. It’s a long hike down.”
You abandoned your shoes almost immediately after setting off, opting to feel the cool dirt press into your bare soles. Caleb scrunched up his nose at the thought of you dirtying your feet, but didn’t argue when you shoved the shoes into his hand to carry.
The air smelled sweet and green, and the further you went, the cooler it got. You didn’t really need conversation to keep you company, having him next to you was enough, filling in the empty space that ached so badly all week.
The silence suited him just fine too. After all, the opportunity to observe you closely without getting caught rarely presented itself these days, and he could watch you like this for hours—softly transfixed by every little detail.
He watched the breeze lift loose strands of hair off your face, watched the way you stooped to look at an interesting bug or pick up a pretty stone—secretly smiling to himself when you stuffed it in your pocket, eager to test its smoothness on the river’s surface.
Your collection grew as you continued down the trail, until your hands were full of smooth, pretty treasures. Eventually, Caleb caved and tucked your shoes in his pack, freeing his hands up to help you carry them. You giggled in delight, filling his hands and pockets with stones.
He suffered it with a hopeless little sigh because how could he ever deny you?
You could smell the river getting closer as you moseyed down the trail—cold and wet and faintly fishy.
You looked back at Caleb, who was still weighed down with your rock collection.
He immediately caught that look in your eyes, that devious little glint as you smiled back at him. And he could only sigh when you suddenly took off giggling, darting into the trees and out of his line of sight.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he called after you, already jogging to catch up.
He decided he could humor you—let you think that you could run away from him for a minute or two. He listened carefully for your footsteps hitting the ground, the frantic rustle of underbrush, and finally, a triumphant splash as you hit the water.
Caleb broke into a sprint, bursting through the treeline just in time to see you calf-deep in turquoise water, laughing wildly as you frantically waded deeper.
For a split second you thought he might actually let you escape…
That is, until he dumped his pack at the shore next to yours, already grinning in anticipation.
You didn’t even have time to mourn your poor rock collection as it clattered out onto the shore.
“If you’ve got an escape plan, you better use it!” He called before barreling into the river.
You shrieked, trying to run, but the water was already up to your thighs and you could barely manage to keep upright much less cover any ground.
Water exploded around his legs as he charged, doing absolutely nothing to slow him down. You accepted your fate, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing for impact as he closed in—dissolving into giggles as his arms caught you around the middle and squeezed you.
His laughter crashed into yours, loud enough to echo over the chilly surface of the river as he spun you around and around. You thrashed and clung to him at the same time, splashing water until you were both soaked.
“Caught you…” He murmured, breathless with victory, before nuzzling into the ticklish spot just under your jaw.
You squeezed your arms around him, still giggling as you peppered little kisses against the shell of his ear.
“You still lost, though.” You muttered between kisses, delighted when his breath caught.
“How so?” His voice had lost some of its playful lilt.
It was huskier now, and his cheeks flushed red all the way up to his ears..
“I beat you to the river, duh.”
He scoffed, “I wasn’t aware we were racing.”
You pulled back to gloat, smug even while captured and dripping, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Doesn’t matter. I still won.” You shrugged as if the matter was settled.
His fingers trailed up the side of your neck before catching your chin,
“It’s not winning if you cheat, dummy.” You huffed and jutted your lip out at him.
“How dare you.” You poked a finger between his brows and pushed, sending his face tipping back with a satisfying little jerk.
“Ouch!” He chuckled, catching your wrist and ducking down to kiss your lips before you could further weaponize that pout. The sweet taste of river water mingling with your chapstick made him sigh, his lips lingering against yours so he could savor it.
You smiled, suddenly smug again, and deepened the kiss—just enough to tempt him, inviting him to take more.
But he pulled away instead, refusing to let you win this round too.
“Come on, trouble.” He chuckled, “Your nose is gettin’ red. Better put on some sunscreen before you burn.” He left no room for argument, carrying you out of the river in his gentle hold.
Your frigid skin nearly sizzled as he set you on a boulder jutting out from the shoreline so he could rummage through his pack. And you sat there patiently, letting him rub sunscreen into every inch of exposed skin while you lounged.
The moment felt a bit like heaven—with the sun above you and a heated rock beneath you warming your wet clothes and slowly drying them out. The lazy slide of his hands over your body, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed you down, clearly in no hurry to finish. The river gurgling softly over the rocky shore at your feet…
His voice broke through your reverie.
“Stand up Pips, lemme get the back of your legs.”
He didn’t give you a chance to respond before hoisting you onto your feet.
“Wha—did you already burn?”
The sight of your bright red legs seemed to genuinely distress him for a moment.
“No, the boulder was just a little hot.” You calmly remarked over your shoulder.
He sucked in a little gasp. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I like it. I’m a lizard, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember… I guess I just underestimated you.” His brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?”
“No. You can touch it—see?” You poked the back of your thigh, jiggling the reddened skin with a sly little smile.
Caleb shooed your hand away. “Don’t do that, you’re gonna irritate it. Here—”
You hummed appreciatively as he smeared cool sunscreen over your burning skin. His hands were softer now, massaging soothing little circles into the plushest parts of your thighs.
“Better?” He asked, pressing a kiss into your hip.
“Mhm.” You smiled as he stared up at you, his pretty eyes shining with adoration from where he knelt.
With sun protection out of the way you pulled a snack out of your bag to share while you skipped rocks together—giggling when he used his Evol to send your smooth pebbles flying impossibly far.
Time ceased to exist for a while, here in your little world where only you and Caleb existed—prowling the shore for pretty rocks and river critters and taking pictures of your posing shadows.
But eventually…
“It’s getting late.” Caleb sighed, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the sky—wishing he could coax the sun into stillness for just a while longer. “We should head back and get started on dinner.”
“Aw mannn…”
He came up behind you and pressed a kiss to the heated skin on your shoulder.
“I know… I’d hate for you to miss the sunset up on the mountain, though.”
You grumbled but agreed, signaling for him to turn around.
Caleb sighed, but slipped his backpack over his chest so you could climb up onto his back. Your feet hurt too much to walk—that was the flimsy excuse you gave him—and he didn’t call you out on it. He just hooked his arms under your thighs and hoisted you up into place.
If you ever bothered to ask, he would tell you he preferred it this way, though. He would always pick the option that allowed him to be touching you in some way—any way.
You nuzzled into his neck as he carried you, unable to resist breathing in his heated skin. He always smelled so good after working out…
You told yourself it was innocent enough, but the more you indulged yourself the harder it became to resist him.
Maybe just a little taste…
Your tongue darted out from from your lips, mere centimeters away from the ticklish skin of his throat before you thought better of it. Best not to risk your piggyback privileges in times like these…
You sighed in resignation, resting your chin in the crook of his neck instead and humming a little tune to pass the time as he labored up the trail.
Caleb deposited you in the hammock he’d hung near the fire pit as soon as you got back to camp. He stuck both of your packs in the tent before digging ingredients out of the cooler and organizing them in piles while you enjoyed the view.
Dinner came together quickly under his capable hands while you watched from the hammock. A cold beer rested in one hand while the other pointed lazily up at clouds, naming their shapes and inventing stories that made him chuckle.
“See that rabbit over there?”
Caleb’s gaze followed your finger to find a pink bunny-shaped cloud.
“Her name is Daisy, and I think she’s very sweet.”
“She looks like a biter, to me.” Caleb mused, returning his focus to the wooden skewers.
“She would probably bite you. She’s a girl’s girl, and we have to stick together.”
Caleb’s glanced at the cloud again, then back at you, clearly fighting a smile.
“It’s your own fault. You’re very bite-able, you know.” You said it casually, and Caleb chuckled—but something inside him clenched at that thought.
“Must be because I’m so delicious.” He mused, while stabbing marinated meat onto skewers and laying them in neat piles.
You laughed wholeheartedly because you couldn’t argue. Caleb was indeed delicious and there was no way around it.
Evening settled around you slowly, the bright shafts of light spilling in from the trees shifted into molten ribbons of gold as you chatted and he cooked.
The smell of grilled meat eventually won over your comfort, pulling you out of your hammock. You wandered over to the cooler to grab another beer before plopping down next to Caleb.
“Mmmm!” You hummed appreciatively, “Smells so good. When do we eat?” The alcohol buzzed pleasantly through you—made you a little loose, a little silly.
Caleb giggled, that sweet boyish sound that you loved so much, as you grabbed his face in both hands and planted sloppy kisses all over him.
He pulled away, blushing all the way up to his ears again.
“Do that again, and dinner will be canceled.” His voice dipped, “We’ll skip straight to dessert…” He murmured, leaning down to kiss you in earnest.
You sighed as he pulled away, meeting his gaze as he stared down at you. You could tell he was teasing, but he would still rip your clothes off right here if you asked him to.
“Okay, okay.” You conceded with a sigh, “I’ll behave, I guess.” He hummed in agreement, nuzzling your nose and turning back to cooking.
The fire burned low before you both, crackling softly, occasionally spitting up sparks that drifted into the dark. You stared into it while slowly turning the last meat skewer, the glowing embers lulling you into a trance while the crickets chirped around the edge of camp.
Caleb sat quietly beside you, close enough so your shoulders bumped whenever you moved. He watched you with a satisfied little smile that he didn’t bother hiding, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head when he couldn’t take it anymore. His smile broke into a grin when you hummed contentedly under his touch.
“Having fun, pips?” His eyes sparkled a little, running his lips over your soft hair.
You giggled, shaking your head yes, because of course you were having fun. How could you ever not have fun with Caleb by your side. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling…
“Dunno how I feel about my favorite lizard sitting on the cold ground,” he murmured. “Aren’t you freezing?”
You pulled your skewer out of the fire to inspect the char before shaking your head.
“I’m alright.” You consoled him with a sweet smile before sticking it back in.
“Besides, I can be closer to the fire this way.”
Caleb huffed, unconvinced, and leaned down into your space—his breath tickling the back of your neck. He brushed a little kiss along your ear and the skin on your arms immediately responded, erupting into goose-flesh.
“I dunno.” He murmured, his voice dipping in your ear. “It’s too chilly for lizards to lie on the ground.” His arms slid around your waist. “Don’t think I can leave you like this.” He scooted up behind you and gathered you into him, settling you between his thighs, and tucking you into the heat of his lap.
You melted immediately, slumping back into his broad chest as his arms tightened around you.
“My savior…” You sighed in contentment. You both sat like that for a little while, watching the fire slowly dim out—until you finally broke the silence.
“I love you,” you murmured when it bubbled up inside you.
Caleb went still.
You felt his heart suddenly pounding hard against your back.
His arms came around you in a tight bear hug, and you giggled, wriggling to free yourself.
“I love you too, pips.” His voice sounded a little wispy as it trembled over you.
“Aww, my mushy puppy.” You wiggled and squirmed, turning in his lap.
He gasped softly as you wrapped you legs around his waist, burying your face in the soft fabric of his hoodie.
“Caleb?”
“Hmm?”
You tipped your head back to look at him, smiling when you saw his expression—the tender melancholy shimmering in his eyes.
He loved you so much it physically hurt…
“We’ll… always be together, now… wont we?”
His hand came up to caress your face, his thumb gently sweeping along your cheek while he thought of a good enough answer.
His heart ached for you, for how scared you must still feel after the accident happened. How could he sooth your worries, though, when he didn’t know the answer?“I think… you and I are the most closely bound souls in this universe.” He whispered, nuzzling you as he spoke. “Not even death could keep us apart for long.” His response surprised you a little.
Your eyes were suddenly misty.
“So yes…” he whispered, “we’ll always be together. I’ll find you in every single lifetime.” His arms came up around your shoulders and squeezed you into him, against the steady thump of his heart.
“Promise?”
Caleb loosened his grip and leaned back so he could look at you once more. Your expression broke his heart a little…
He kissed you tenderly, slowly—pressing his lips to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and finally your mouth.
“I promise.” He whispered, pulling back to stare into your eyes so you knew how serious he was.
He drew his legs up around you and caged you against him, hugging you until the ache in his heart settled.
Your head was spinning from the alcohol and his crazy body heat. It bled through his hoodie and seeped into you as he held you close.
The fire popped loudly in the background and you turned to look at it. It was only glowing embers now, pulsing faintly against the endless dark.
“Look up pips…” Caleb whispered.
You did, and immediately gasped at the sight of the brilliant night sky.
You had never seen so many stars. The moon was nearly full, hanging silently above you, casting everything in a silvery glow. The dark forest, the tent, the dying fire, Caleb’s face— everything was painted in its soft light.
“Wow…” Your voice came out hushed. “It’s so beautiful.”
Caleb sighed in relief, seeing your eyes light up once again.
“You finally get a little glimpse of what I see on the starship—ouch!”
You smacked his chest before he could finish that thought.
“I don’t want to hear about that…”
Caleb blinked, caught completely off guard. Then softened as he studied the pinch between your brows, the way your lip jutted out in an angry little pout.
“You’re my Caleb tonight. Fleet ships don’t exist.” He chuckled, secretly relieved.
“Noted… only your Caleb tonight—oomph!”
Your lips crashed into his, arms flying wildly around his neck. The kiss was messy and the alcohol was making your head spin, but you persevered—pressing into him, squeezing him tighter.
Caleb gasped underneath you, panting—trying to catch his breath, but you wouldn’t let him. You chased him every time he tried to pull away, biting him as punishment. Relishing in the beautiful noises he made.
“I missed you so much…” You gasped between kisses, trailing your lips down his neck. Caleb didn’t have time to ponder if you were talking about just this past week or…
He hissed as your teeth sank into the sensitive skin over his collarbone, the sound breaking into a groan when your tongue soothed over the fresh mark.
“I missed you too, sweetheart…” He managed to choke out, “I’m right here…” His hands flew to your hips, gripping like he needed something to hold on to as you ground onto him.
He unleashed a wanton moan, sent it echoing into the dark forest, as you attacked the weak spot on the back of his neck, right at the junction of his shoulder.
“W-wait a minute pips—” He tried to find a pause button, just long enough to get you into the tent where it was warm.
“No…” You growled, shoving him back.
Caleb was as good as done for. He laid back helplessly under your insistent hands, gasping as you licked and sucked a trail up his throat. You took your time with him, desperate to leave behind evidence of your love. His grip on your hips would clench tight whenever you hit a particularly sensitive spot.
You loved him like this. Helpless and squirming under you, his mouth parted, eyes shut tightly as he restrained himself so you could have your way for a bit.
The thought should have thrilled you… It did, for a moment.
But then you looked at him properly—Caleb, your Caleb, lying back in the cold dirt with his hair mussed, watching you like he would follow you wherever you went—and your ravenous hunger suddenly dissipated.
“Am I being too rough?” You whispered.
Caleb took hold of your hips and ground you down onto him, his own hips bucking a little at the sensation of your heat dragging over his aching length.
“Anything you do to me,” he gasped, “is perfect…”
You moaned into him, tracing his lips with your tongue while you ground into him again.
You knew you were running on borrowed time at this point, any moment now Caleb would snap, and all that patient restraint would turn on you.
Sure enough, as soon as the thought flitted through your mind, Caleb decided your turn was over.
A growl vibrated through his chest as his arms closed around you. He rolled you beneath him, catching your weight before your back could touch the dirt.
“Enough.” He huffed, hoisting himself up with you in his arms and making his way to the tent.
He fumbled with the zipper, losing precious seconds because you refused to stop kissing him. By the time he finally managed it, his breath was ragged against your mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, he backed you into the cozy warmth of the tent and eased you down onto the sleeping bags, then turned just long enough to yank the zipper shut.
You had maybe a second to blink before he was on you again, suddenly everywhere all at once. You felt his hand press you down while he bent with you, chasing your lips.
Slowly, he slid the hem of your hoodie up, warming his chilly fingers on your stomach and laughing when you squealed. You laughed, trying to smack his hand as it traveled up.
Your giggles suddenly dissolved, though, as his fingers traced your nipple through your bra.
“S’not fair…” you gasped, “how do always find them?” He laughed mischievously, giving it a little pinch.
You let out an undignified little yelp, which only fueled his shenanigans.
Suddenly he was moving with urgency, shifting your hoodie up, sliding it over your head with quick practiced hands. Next your shirt, and finally, that obnoxious sports bra that kept your glorious chest bound too tightly. He was nearly drooling by the time your tits spilled out.
So perfect…
This view would never get old, he thought, leaning back to look at you as you hid your blushing face from him.
“Awww, is my Pipsqueak suddenly shy?”
Damn him... He sounded so innocent.
“Come on, let me see your pretty face,” he crooned, taking your wrist gently and coaxing your arm away.
You peeked out at him, only to find his sweet smile and searching eyes waiting for you, glowing softly in the fairy lights.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispered, tenderly nuzzling your palm.
You pried your eyes open, trying to be obedient even while your thighs were clamping together.
Caleb held your gaze for a moment, searching—making sure you were really okay—before smiling as he watched you melt.
“Good girl…” He caressed your cheek, dipping down to kiss you.
His hand traced a lazy pattern on your tummy, his fingertip just barely grazing your skin, sending shivers wherever he touched while his mouth worked you thoroughly.
He slid his lips down your shoulder, tenderly kissing your collarbone before dipping to down to lavish your chest in attention. The heat of his mouth closed firmly over one nipple, his tongue swirling, lapping, sucking, before moving to the other—then back again.
Your face was on fire.
“Caleb—” you gasped, bucking your hips into his touch as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sweats.
He paused there, looking up at you, taking a second to memorize you like this—the flush in your cheeks, the dazed shine in your eyes, your kiss-swollen lips still shiny with his spit.
“What is it, baby?” he whispered.
His mouth traced a slow trail down your stomach, the feather-light kisses making you shiver beneath him. Around your navel. Then lower, kissing along the waistband of your pants.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep this up…” You nearly sobbed as he hooked his finger in your waistband and slowly stretched it down, trailing wet little kisses as he went.
“Already at your limit?” His voice was muffled, face already buried in the heat of your core.
You cried out as his tongue pressed against the mesh of your panties and sent your eyes rolling back. Suddenly your pants were yanked clean off. Caleb growled at the sight of your soaked panties clinging to your lips before diving back in.
His arms snaked under your thighs and locked you tight against his face while he devoured you through the lacy barrier, soaking them and sucking them while you sobbed and cried out.
“Poor thing,” he murmured against you, sounding almost apologetic. “I know. I know baby…” His tongue was insatiable—relentless as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your slit.
“I just can’t help it…” He breathed. “I need to taste you… just a little bit longer.” He was half gone out of his mind, driven to a frenzy by your taste, your smell…
Finally he yanked the sopping fabric aside and dove into you in earnest. You felt like you were suddenly weightless, a euphoric heat exploding through your core, up through your stomach. Caleb moaned openly as you gushed, licking and slurping every last bit before diving back in.
Caleb knew the over stimulation was too much—felt so mean for holding you down while you squirmed. But your taste… your silky heat sucking up his tongue as he plunged in and out. Over and over, in a trance, as your body wriggled and clenched around him.
His eyes rolled back as you came a second time, your thighs clamping down around his head.
You body melted into a boneless puddle beneath him.
The frenzied spell over Caleb seem to break for a moment, long enough to remember himself. He released your sopping heat at once, propping himself up so he could look at you.
You blinked down at him, dazed and glossy-eyed, your chest heaving.
He leaned over you, still fully clothed, hair mussed, mouth swollen. His hands, when they came up to touch you again, were impossibly gentle.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “Look at me.”
You did, barely.
Caleb’s face softened with relief at once.
“Too much?” he asked against your shoulder, pressing a little kiss there.
You swallowed, trying to find your tongue.
“No,” you whispered. Your fingers curled into the hem of his hoodie, tugging at him weakly. “Come here.”
He gladly obeyed, leaning down to kiss you properly—tenderly brushing your hair out of your eyes while you caught your breath. You sighed into him, already heating up again under his touch.
His mouth tasted like you and it made your face burn…
He ducked so you could pull his hoodie off and you giggled at the sight of his bare chest.
“You didn’t put a shirt on?”
“Didn’t see a point, pips.” He huffed, his eyes sparkling as he caught your mouth in another heated kiss.
You pushed yourself upright, still a little unsteady, and Caleb instinctively followed your lead, leaning back to give you space. His eyes stayed locked on yours as your hand slid lower, feeling the tremble under his skin as you dipped under the waistband of his pants and into the heat of his arousal.
He hissed as your soft hand squeezed and pet him gently through his boxers.
“Lie down,” you whispered.
Caleb swallowed. For once, he didn’t tease you, let you guide him back onto the sleeping bags.
The tent rustled softly as a breeze swept past, the thin walls shuddering faintly before settling once more.
You followed him down slowly, kissing your way over his flushed chest, taking your time now that he was the one looking up at you, breathless and flushed head to toe.
He reached for you, but you caught his wrist and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“Be still, gege…”
Caleb moaned as you dipped your head to suck a path of hickies along the line of his Adonis belt, pausing to kiss his painfully hard bulge. Only when he started trembling under your lips did you look up at him. His eyes were misty and full of adoration as they gazed down at you, his hands fisted up in the blankets. He watched you slowly hook your fingers in his waistband and pull with that wicked spark in your eyes.
His erection sprung free, slapping up against his stomach.
“Gah!” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.
You wasted no time, dragging your tongue along the bulging vein running up his length, sucking the tip into your mouth and enjoying the view as he threw his head back, his entire body straining against itself. You worried for a split second about the sleeping bags shredding in his grip as he fisted them.
They seemed to be holding though…
The corners of your mouth stung as you stretched your lips over his girth, his salty taste flooding your senses.
Caleb groaned as you bottomed out. The sight of your throat bulging with him sent a hot, filthy thrill fluttering through his stomach. You sucked him down, tried to swallow around him, but he was too big.
You bobbed your head once, then twice, twisting your hand around his shaft, over and over again-only pulling off of him when you were sure he was good and lubed up. He was ready now, reduced to a flushed, gasping mess underneath you.
You crawled over him slowly, looking down at him with a satisfied possessiveness.
The fairy lights blurred into a golden haze above him, then disappeared behind your shadow as you loomed over him.
“My Caleb,” you sighed.
His hands came up to your hips at once, helping you line yourself up. Beneath the haze of all that desire, his eyes went tender again.
“Yours,” he whispered, voice barely there.
You closed your eyes, sinking down until your felt the fat, silky head of his cock prod your entrance. You took a deep breath and sank slowly, taking him inch by burning inch.
Caleb’s eyes squeezed shut as your heat sucked him up, your warm gummy walls pulsing around him. It was heaven every single time, he swore he could hear choir music when you clenched around him.
His mouth fell open as you seated yourself fully, a thin sheen of sweat already forming along your pinched brows.
You could only sit there, resting in his lap while you adjusted to the heavy fullness stretching you to your limit. Caleb’s hands left your hips to trail delicately up your waist and grope your chest-taking in the view as you panted, flushed and sweating and fully impaled on his cock.
But he let you take your time, not daring to move an inch.
Eventually the sting faded, the fullness didn’t feel so sharp and uncomfortable.
You rolled your hips experimentally, gasping as the tip of his cock nudged your cervix, his ridges grinding against yours to create a delicious friction.
“Ah—” You gasped, “I’m—I’m not gonna last long like this…”
Caleb’s hands settled back around your hips,
“Here, let me…” He guides your hips forward, rolling them gently, letting the heat build slowly at first.
He had you gasping in no time, sweat beading along his temples as he thrust up into you. The obscenely wet sounds of your bodies connecting bounced off the walls of your tent.
“Oh—Caleb!” You cried out, right at the edge of a great precipice and wanting so badly to fall.
Caleb groaned, his cock jumping inside you.
He wanted nothing more than to pound you silly, to chase his own relief inside your squeezing heat, to smother your insides until you were leaking for days.
But he also didn’t want this to end… wanted it to last all night…
You could tell exactly what he was thinking and refused to let him have his way this time.
Your thighs locked around him tightly and you began riding him in earnest, swinging your hips in tight little circles as you ground down on him.
“W-wait—hold on!” His pleas fell on deaf ears, he was reduced to begging under your relentless pace.
Caleb felt it like a tidal wave off in the distance, gaining power and momentum as it surged towards him.
He panted, his whimpering pleas climbing in octaves as he begged you to slow down. It was no use, your heat had engulfed him, swallowed him whole.
“I-I’m gonna—” The tidal wave was suddenly upon him, violently ripping him from his body as white exploded across his vision. Your name fell from his lips in a sweet, stuttered melody as his body jerked under you.
You threw your head back, the sensation of his cock twitching and spurting his hot release into you sent you hurtling over the edge after him.
You were weightless and seeing spots by the time you floated back into your body. The first thing you felt was Caleb’s thumbs gently stroking your face. You hauled your body off of his sticky chest and flopped over into your sleeping bag.
You could hear Caleb’s voice murmuring over you but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying over the ringing in your ears. The late hour, the afterglow, the alcohol—it all left your body exhausted and useless where it slumped.
You felt a cool cloth sweep over your face, then down your neck, and whimpered when it passed between your thighs, your body still too sensitive for even his gentlest touch.
Caleb cleaned you as carefully as he could, murmuring soft apologies whenever you shivered. The blankets tucked themselves around your chin as you faded out.
“I love you,” he whispered.
His lips pressed tender kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth—one after another, soft enough to follow you down as the world faded into darkness. And you stayed there, drifting comfortably until—
Pop!
A loud crack snapped you awake.
You shot upright in your sleeping bag, head spinning as you looked for—
“Sorry.”
Caleb stepped through the half-open tent flap, his voice soothing your nerves before they had the chance to turn into panic.
“The fire’s extra noisy,” he said, glancing back toward it with a little chuckle. “I think it’s eager to see you.”
You blinked at him, still caught in a sleepy daze. Then your gaze snagged on his neck and your stomach flipped.
The marks there were impossible to miss, and the memory of last night rushed back all at once. A bright flush bloomed across your cheeks, and you yanked the blankets up to your chest.
Caleb’s gentle gaze never left yours.
“Did you sleep alright, Pips?”
He knelt in front of you, offering you a steaming mug of coffee. You rubbed at your eyes, suddenly aware of the chill in the morning air.
“I must have,” you mumbled, accepting the mug gratefully. “I can’t even remember falling asleep.”
Caleb’s mouth twitched with amusement, but he didn’t tease you. Not yet.
He only ducked his head, pulled off his hoodie, and held it out to you.
“Here.”
He took the mug back just long enough for you to slip into it. It was soooo warm and smelled like his cologne and campfire smoke.
You hummed happily when he pressed the mug back into your hands.
“Come sit by the fire. I already set up your chair.”
His hoodie fell nearly to your knees as you clumsily stood, swallowed up in the soft fleece. Caleb took your hand, pressing a little kiss to your knuckles as he steadied you.
Birds chirped excitedly nearby, hopping around the edge of the campsite to peck at the dirt in search of crumbs. Caleb watched you watching them, a goofy smile tugging at his mouth.
Your hair was wild. Your eyes were still heavy with sleep. You looked, frankly, like you had survived a Wanderer attack and barely lived to tell the tale.
He loved your sleepy little face so much, though, he just couldn’t resist.
“Hey, Pips…”
You looked over at him, only to dissolve into giggles as he smushed your cheeks between his hands.
“It’s too early for surprise attacks!”
Caleb laughed too, taking one last fond look before pressing a quick to your squished lips.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “Couldn’t help myself.”
He turned back to the fire, poking it for a bit while you settled beside him, soaking in the warm morning sun.
“What do you wanna do today?”
You hummed in contemplation, warming your hands around your mug as you looked out over the endless valley below. Sunlight spilled slowly over the mountains, turning the whole world gold.
The possibilities felt endless with your Caleb at your side.
These are my ladies（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤️～: @ch3rrycher @belzoka @algrimmammon @violojezel
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
but right now you weren't having fun at all.
nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."
you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.
"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."
before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."
"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."
they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."
he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.
nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.
your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.
"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."
"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."
hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"
he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.
"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"
"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.
"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.
those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.
"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."
his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.
"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.
hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.
"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"
"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"
nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."
as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.
nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."
your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"
your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.
higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.
"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.
you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.
you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.
"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.
but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.
"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"
your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."
hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."
nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"
he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.
"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.
but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.
“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.
hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”
you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”
with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.
“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.
“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”
he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.
by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.
you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.
nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”
he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”
you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.
your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.
“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”
you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”
nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.
he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.
he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.
“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.
“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”
while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.
“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”
“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.
you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.
the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”
tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”
both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.
it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”
“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.
it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.
their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.
“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.
“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”
nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”
“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.
higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.
hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.
nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”
he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.
“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”
their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.
“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”
“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”
your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.
the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.
at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.
"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.
you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.
"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.
you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.
hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.
for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.
"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.
"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"
✧Synopsis: The hot single dad, Toji Fushiguro, needs someone to watch his baby while he goes out on missions. You, the college student down on her luck, needs some extra cash. What was meant to be a strictly mutually beneficial arrangement, quickly gets complicated when the older man can’t keep his dirty thoughts and wandering eyes in check.
✧Content Warnings: age gap, baby megumi, daddy kink (sorry), oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink (if you squint), rough sex, running from it, multiple orgasms, squirting, pet names, lowkey abuse of power, dacryphilia (if you squint), masturbation, folding under no pressure, slight canon divergence, Toji is a bum (duh)
✧Word Count: 6.1k (sorry)
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The loud bell rings as you walk into the run-down ramen restaurant. You’re already annoyed, getting ready to spend your last bit of money just to eat for the day. You shuffle up to the counter, quietly counting out your spare change when a string of soft babbles catches your attention.
Glancing around, you search for its source—your heart warms when you lock eyes with the cutest baby you’ve ever seen. He beams at you, all gummy smiles and bright eyes, perched on the shoulders of who you assume is his father. His chubby hand reaches out to you with a wave. You can’t help but smile back at the little munchkin before turning back to the counter to place your order.
“Oh shit- I’m sorry-“ you’re recounting your change over and over only to find out that you’re short a couple hundred yen. “Don’t worry about it- I’ll just go.” you flash the worker an apologetic smile before turning to leave—you bump into a solid chest, letting out a quiet squeal before looking up to excuse your clumsiness.
“Too broke for food?” the man asks, who you quickly realize is the father of the baby who had been ogling you earlier. The child is perched on his hip giggling at you.
“Uhm- yeah, college tuition, y’know-“ you laugh off your own awkwardness before moving to leave, but a harsh tug on your hair pulls you right back.
“Heh- sorry about him, just misses his mom I guess-“ the man mumbles, before unlatching his son’s hand from your hair. “Sit down, I’ll get you something.” he says firmly, leaving you no room to protest.
You reluctantly move to the man’s table and take a seat, mouth watering as you await his return with your precious meal. You haphazardly glance around the run-down restaurant before you settle for watching the horse race on the box TV. You jolt when a bowl of ramen is placed in front of you, your savior moving to sit down next to you.
“Thank you-“ you hesitate, waiting for him to give you a name.
“Toji.”
“Toji, you really didn’t have to do this.” you say gratefully before digging in, your growling stomach becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry about it, It’ll all come back to me soon enough.” Toji says, his eyes locked on the horse race, a ticket in between his fingers.
A gambler, then.
“What’s his name?” you ask, referring to the smiley baby that’s still reaching for you, wriggling in his dad’s arms.
“Megumi.” Toji answers, still watching the race before his phone rings. “Sorry, I gotta take this, could you hold him for me?” He quickly hands Megumi over to you before you can even answer, standing up and walking out the building.
What the hell?
You huff, accepting your fate as you rest the baby on your lap—you practically inhale the rest of your meal while fighting off grubby hands.
“Your dad is a pretty weird guy, huh?” you ask the baby, not expecting an answer but what else can you do to pass the time? Megumi just babbles in response, bouncing happily on your lap. His black, spiky hair tickles your neck as he pushes off your shoulder to stand wobbly on your knees, looking behind you in search of his dad.
“Sorry about that, work was calling.” Toji strides back in, sitting next to you again. He rests his face in his palm as he looks between you and his son. Megumi is nuzzling against your shirt, yawning tiredly. “He likes you.” he says simply, gaze never wavering.
You can only nod as you take in Toji’s striking looks—tired eyes, silky black hair that falls over his forehead, and the scar across his lip. He looks dangerous- hot, but dangerous nonetheless.
“What do you do for work?” you ask, trying to strike conversation. Toji doesn’t answer right away, clearly thinking before he speaks.
“Odd jobs.”
“Hmm- so mysterious for what?” you laugh it off, slightly skeptical about whether or not you should be talking to the guy.
“What do you do for work?” he counters, voice slightly bored.
“I was fired. Too busy with school to make it on time for every shift.” you answer, slightly embarrassed but he doesn’t look like the most successful guy either.
Toji just looks at you, deep in thought as you gently bounce the now sleeping baby in your lap.
“You need another job?” he starts, like he’s about to offer you something.
“What kind of question is that-“ you choke on a loud laugh when you remember the sleeping baby on your lap. “I can’t even afford food right now.” your voice back down to a quiet mumble.
“You wanna watch Megumi for me?” he offers sincerely before elaborating. “I’ll pay you for it—the kid likes you anyways and I have nowhere else to take him, I’ve got a big job coming up.”
“I’m sorry- but, I don’t even know you. And why would you trust me with your kid?” you’re in disbelief at his bold proposition.
“Beggars can’t be choosers, I’m sure you know that too.” Toji just huffs, you can tell he’s getting impatient.
You pause to think for a moment. He is right, you won’t be able to eat at this rate, never mind affording student housing. If Toji pays you enough, assuming you’re watching Megumi for him for a large majority of the time, you could have enough money to get back on your feet—at least until the semester is over and you can work again. But what kind of lousy dad does he have to be to even consider this?
“Fine. Where would I be watching him, and for how long?” you ask, trying to gauge how much work this is going to be.
“You can stay at mine or yours, doesn’t really matter to me, just keep the kid alive and well.” He's got a subtle smirk on his face now, looking you up and down. “You’ll have to stop by and get his bottles, diapers, and whatnot anyhow, might be easier to stay at mine but up to you. This job could take a few days.”
You don’t really want a crying baby in the dorms, the thought of dealing with the complaints and questions is already stressing you out.
“I guess yours is fine. I’ll need the address though-“
“Give me your phone.”
You sigh before reaching into your pocket, pulling out your shitty flip phone and handing it over. Toji snatches it and saves his number to it, texting the address and handing it back to you—your hands brushing for a moment before you grab it from him.
“Come over tomorrow night, I’m leaving early the next morning.” he grumbles, reaching out to grab his sleeping son from you.
“Okay, but I have a lecture the morning you leave-“ you start, gently transferring Megumi back into his father’s arms. “I don’t know what I should do with him.”
“Skip it, or take him with you-“ he pauses to look at his son, a small smile flits across his lips—its barely there, but you catch it. “If he’s tired enough, he’ll sleep through the whole thing. Do what you will with that.” he says, standing up to leave.
Talk about a crazy job interview.
The following day, you find yourself outside Toji’s sketchy apartment building—trying to convince yourself that this is a perfectly safe and sane thing to do. But in Toji’s words- "beggars can’t be choosers.” you suppose.
You’re buzzing with anxiety the whole ride up the shaky elevator, clutching on your overnight bag every time it rocks. You make your way down the smoke stained hallways until you’re face to face with Toji’s front door. Bracing yourself to be murdered, you raise your hand to the door and knock.
The door doesn’t open, only a fleeting shout of “it’s unlocked!” reaches your ears. When you push the door open, you gape at the state of the place.
It’s cluttered, to put it lightly—dirty dishes are stacked on the counter, tracks of mud on the floor, baby toys scattered across the living room carpet, and loud rock music is blaring from a fuzzy radio. Toji and Megumi are nowhere in sight so you gently close the door behind you, take your shoes off and move further into the apartment in search of your new employer.
“Toji?”
You round the corner to the hallway, passing by a couple closed doors until you reach the bathroom—the door is wide open and the lights are on, small splashing sounds and babbles can be heard from inside.
Toji is bathing the chubby baby with a scowl etched on his face—his sweater is soaked with water and the floor is wet. You can’t help but laugh at the sight until you realize that this is exactly what you’ll be dealing with over the weekend.
Megumi’s devious behavior is halted the second he sees you in the doorway, that same gummy smile washing over his features. Toji sighs in relief once his son finally stops squirming and splashing—he turns his head to look at you like you were an angel that came to save him from the pits of hell.
“Thank fuck-“ he groans before lifting Megumi from the water and wrapping him in a towel. “Little miss babysitter is here to take you from me.” he jokes, planting a kiss on his son's wet forehead.
You hardly get the chance to set your bags down before Megumi is shoved into your arms, Toji already bending to grab your luggage and carrying it off into one of the rooms down the hall.
“Hey gumi-“ you coo, brushing his wet hair from his forehead. “your dad is leaving you for a while, I guess you’re probably used to that though?” you giggle at your own joke.
“The kid is fine.” Toji grumbles from behind you, not amused by your comment. “Your shit is in Megumi’s room, there’s an air mattress on the floor for you.” His hand grazes your back, guiding you down the hall.
The room is expectedly small—Megumi’s crib pushed against the far wall, your mattress clearly cramped inside the tight space. There’s a basket on the floor with the baby’s clothes in it, and beside that is a large stuffed bunny.
“Awww- you want the bun-bun, Gumi?” the baby in your arms is reaching for the stuffed toy like it’s life or death. “Let’s get you dressed first, okay?” You kneel to set Megumi on the floor before picking a onesie from the basket.
“I’m going to bed, gotta leave early-“ Toji says from the doorway, eyes trained on your maternal display. “There’s some cash on the counter, should last you for the days I’m gone-“ he pauses again, holding his breath, shocked by the unforeseen tightening of his pants. “Megumi’s formula is somewhere in the cupboards- I’m sure you’ll find it-“ you’re still occupied with his son, giving light nods of your head to let him know that you’re listening. “Make sure to lock the doors and whatnot-“ he trails off, lips parted when you pick up the now clothed baby moving to sit next to the bunny in the corner.
“Cool, thanks-“ you pause to set down his son next to the plush. “I’ll be careful, I promise.” you’re looking at Toji now, a reassuring smile on your face. “As long as you pay me, I’ll make sure Megumi doesn’t die.” you joke, warm giggles radiating throughout the small room.
Toji can’t breathe.
“You okay, old man?”
“Shut up- I’m only twenty-eight.” he grumbles, quickly recovering from his stupor to defend himself.
“Older than me- heh- you probably wish you were nineteen again.” you’re still giggling, unaware that Toji is trying to shoot his own dick off for having the hots for a damn teenager.
“Yeah, no- I’m going to bed-“ he rolls his eyes, turning around to leave before saying one last thing. “Thanks for your help, doll.” he says, leaving the doorway and walking down the hall.
“Goodnight, Toji.” you call before he closes his bedroom door.
You nearly have to slap away the heat rising to your cheeks—the pet name caught you seriously off guard. But luckily for you there is a distraction in the form of a babbling baby right next to you.
“I think it’s time to put you down, Gumi.” you sigh, easily catching on to Megumi’s drowsiness. He’s yawning, cuddling up to the stuffed rabbit, eyelids heavy.
You pick the baby up, laying him on your chest and start rubbing his back to soothe him. After a few minutes, soft snores reach your ears and drool stains your shirt. You carefully stand up, moving over to his crib and gently lay him down. You let out a breath of relief when Megumi doesn’t stir. You guess Toji’s bit about his son being a heavy sleeper is true.
A room over, Toji is standing under ice cold water—becoming increasingly annoyed when his erection doesn’t calm down like he had hoped. He groans before reluctantly reaching down to fist his strained dick. For some unknown reason, the nineteen year old babysitter he met yesterday being all motherly to his kid was really reminding him of his year long celibacy.
Toji would have preferred not to jerk off to a random girl who’s putting his son to bed next door, but beggars can’t be choosers.
This bounty better get his head on straight before he comes back.
You groan when you awake to loud cries right next to you—Megumi is holding on to the bars of his crib and wailing. You look to the alarm clock on the windowsill-
4am
“What’s wrong, Gumi?” you’re quick to stand up and hover over the baby’s crib. “Are you hungry or something?” you reach in to grab him, placing the crying child on your hip before walking outside to the kitchen.
You scour through the cabinets until you find the formula—it’s then that you realize that you have no idea how to make a bottle. You’re gonna have to wake Toji, if he’s still even here? Just as you’re about to make your way over to his bedroom door, Toji walks out and you swear your jaw hits the damn floor.
That ratty sweater of his must be deceiving because what you’re looking at right now is not what you expected. His tight black compression shirt does little to hide his built frame—highlighting his biceps the size of your head, and the faint outline of his defined abs show through the fabric. You must have been staring for a beat too long because the crying baby breaks the silence with a loud shriek.
“Uhm- I’m sorry I-“ you’re shameless gawking had wiped all thoughts from your head it seemed. “I don’t know how to warm Megumi’s bottle-“ you’re rambling, tripping over your words. “If he’s even hungry-“
“Relax.”
Toji is making his way to the kitchen before you can even blink—you watch intently as he measures some of the formula before mixing it with warm water in the bottle, he shakes it with his finger blocking the nipple. Then he turns on the tap to the hottest it will go and lets the bottle sit under the steaming water for about thirty seconds.
“Thank you. I should’ve asked you to show me earlier.” you apologize before taking the bottle from his extended hand.
“Don’t worry about it.” he says, gaze lingering as you cradle Megumi and bring the nipple of the bottle to his mouth. The baby’s wailing is silenced the second he takes his first big gulp.
“Isn’t he a little old for bottles though?” you ask sincerely, considering you assume Megumi to be about a year old.
“I’ve been meaning to wean him off of them but it’s just more convenient and less messy.” he answers simply, eyes still trained on you. You hum, moving to sit down on the squeaky bar stool by the counter.
“Don’t you have an odd job to get to?” you giggle, raising your gaze to look at him, locking eyes.
“Shit- yea I do-“ your comment snapping him out of his trance. “I should be back in a couple days-“ he turns to look at the time before groaning. “Lock the-“
“Lock the doors, yea, yea.” you finish his sentence for him, prying the bottle from Megumi’s lips and sitting him up in your lap. “Wave bye, bye to daddy.” you take his son’s hand in your own and raise it in a mock wave.
Daddy.
Hearing that word from your lips has his pants tightening all over again. You’re trouble. This bounty needs to knock some sense into him. Toji basically sprints out the door without looking back.
“Damn, guess daddy didn’t wanna wave back.” You joke, looking down at the hiccupping baby on your knee.
You had managed to sleep for the remaining hours before your morning lecture, believe it or not. And just like Toji said, Megumi dozed for the whole duration of it. You got the odd compliment on his chubby cheeks and a fair amount of questions but it went smoothly for the most part.
You half expected Toji to be texting you about his son’s well being, but got nothing but radio silence. Not that you’re surprised, although you tried to be optimistic about his parenting.
Once you get back to Toji’s apartment, you’re relieved by the fact that it’s now officially the weekend. Not that you could party or anything—you’ll be playing housewife, but you find yourself being okay with that considering that you’re warming up to baby Megumi.
You’re starting to hope that this won’t be a one-time thing, especially if Toji ends up paying you well. You like your little role as babysitter, and the fact that Megumi’s dad is nearly as cute as he is has nothing to do with it, you swear!
The weekend rolls by with very few hitches. Sure, Megumi had his moments—there were a few diaper mishaps and some dramatic crying but he was well behaved, for a baby at least.
It wasn’t until “mama” slipped into Megumi’s vocabulary that you started to worry. That was a serious problem—you dreaded the moment he might say it in front of his father when he returned to release you from your duties. You weren’t his mother, and you weren’t involved with his dad either.
You had tried to get Megumi to start saying “dada” instead, but he would always respond with the dreadful “mama”—pointing to you every time. You were just a broke college student filling in as a babysitter for the weekend, but apparently to Megumi you were his long lost mommy.
By the time Sunday rolled around, you were awaiting Toji’s return. Not that he had given a specific day or time he’d be back, but you had assumed that the approximate time was coming to an end. You had waited all day, tending to Megumi’s needs and playing with him until the both of you were exhausted.
You had passed out on the couch with Megumi asleep on your chest when Toji finally made it back. You didn’t hear the door open or feel Megumi being lifted off of you. It wasn’t until you heard a small cry of “mama” coming from the hallway that you stirred.
“Gumi?” you call, voice slightly hoarse. You rub the sleep from your eyes, jolting when the couch dips from the weight of Toji sitting by your feet.
“He’s in his room. He’s fine.” his gruff voice assuring you of the baby’s safety.
“What time is it?” you ask, moving to sit up.
“Midnight.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll get going.” you try to stand up but Toji grabs your hips and sits you back down—with a little more force than you would have liked.
“Don’t bother, it’s too late. You can go in the morning.” he’s looking at you now, holding you in place with his intense gaze.
Now that you’re really looking at him, you notice a small gash on his forehead—blood drips from the wound, soaking his brow in red. Your face contorts with concern and your hand reaches out before you can stop yourself.
“What happened?” you ask. You knew that Toji probably had a dangerous job but this is physical proof.
“Nothing.” he grunts, leaning further back into the couch.
“Fine. Don’t tell me. But you still need to clean it.” you say, rising to your feet and striding to the kitchen to wet a cloth.
“M’fine, doll.” he’s insistent as you stand in front of him with the fabric in hand.
“Don’t care.” you lean down to tilt his head towards you. He scowls as you wipe the blood from his forehead—he lets you fuss over him with a strange willingness despite his earlier dismissal.
His head still isn’t on straight, evidently.
But how could it be when you’re leaning over him— soft tits spilling from your tank top, cleaning his wound with a dedicated focus only a mother could have.
“Mama, huh?”
You freeze. Instant embarrassment washing over your body as your face goes blank. You forgot that Megumi had called you that when he was taken from you. This is bad.
“I- I’m sorry-“ your gentle rubbing on his forehead stops as you stutter out an apology. “I tried to get him to stop saying it-“ you’re buzzing with nervousness, your heart beating far too fast.
“Don’t blame him-“ his hands raise to rub invasive but comforting circles on the sides of your thighs. “I’d do the same if I had a pretty girl taking care of me-“ he huffs a low laugh. “Gets it from his dad.” his suggestive joke shocks both you and himself.
If you thought your heart was beating out of your chest before, then you’d be mistaken.
“Oh, so I’m pretty?” you tease, a small smile flitting across your lips. You continue cleaning his gash with a newfound confidence.
“Something like that.” he smirks in return, his hands on your thighs moving up to your hips.
“Watch it, old man-“ you grip his jaw, turning his head to get a closer look at his wound. “I’m just a babysitter y’know-“ you brush some hair away from his forehead. “And you’re a daddy.” you whisper, slightly unaware of the effects resulting from your choice of words.
“Christ- you can’t say shit like that, doll.” Toji groans, his grip on your hips nearly bruising.
“Huh? Why not? It’s true, you have a kid.” you giggle, still choosing to play innocent.
“You get a kick out of teasing men a decade older than you or something?” he winces slightly when you pull the rag away from his wound and set it down on the coffee table.
“Not particularly, but I suppose you’re good looking enough to warrant it.” your heart hammers in your chest as you dare to settle on Toji’s lap.
Any ounce left of Toji’s self control flies out the window.
“That desperate for me, doll?” he lets you climb on his lap, his hands move from your hips to your waist and squeezes. He has to bite back a groan when your core presses flush to the bulge in his pants.
“Maybe-“ you throw your arms around his neck, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But you still haven’t paid me for childcare yet.” you giggle, a nervous smile on your face from your bold musings.
“You’ll be paid, it just depends on what you’ll take as payment.” Toji’s voice drops an octave with his suggestive comment, looking right into your eyes as he experiments with a slow grind up against your clothed cunt.
“Mfm- I thought I was getting cash.” you fake pout, leaning your head into the crook of his neck to break the intense eye contact—you didn’t want him to see your flustered face turn red.
“Mhm- I did say that, but think of this as a tip for your great service.” Toji sinks his fingers into the base of your scalp, pulling you from his shoulder and towards his mouth with a harsh tug.
Your mouths clash, he wastes no time before he’s shoving his wet tongue down your throat—it’s invasive, it’s dirty. All you can do is yelp in surprise against his mouth, nails running through the sweat slicked hair at the back of his neck.
Toji’s grip on your waist loosens before he’s moving down to palm your ass, squeezing the fat in handfuls—he’s moving your hips in slow grinds against his painfully hard dick. He pulls away from your lips, a filthy string of saliva connecting your mouths—he’s kissing down your neck, making sure to leave purple bruises in his wake.
“Shit- I knew having a pretty little thing like you around would be a bad idea-“ he’s breathing against your neck, pausing briefly before licking a filthy stripe up to your jaw. “loving up on my son like he was your own-“ he leaves kisses along your cheeks before pecking your lips.
“Why’d a broke bastard like you buy me food and offer me a job in the same breath-“ you're cut off by your own moan when Toji reaches down to cup your cunt in his large palm. “What was your- mfm- motive, Toji?”
“Let’s just say I enjoy a good gamble-“ he groans when he feels your slick seep through your pajama pants. “And I knew it was all gonna come back to me-“ his free hand sneaks under your shirt to tease one of your nipples—pinching and squeezing. “In one way or another- heh.”
You just hum, raising your arms so Toji could take your shirt off—far too horny to dwell on his childish gag and vague motivations. He takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth, suckling on it before biting down lightly.
“Shit-“ you groan, running your nails through his hair.
You reach into Toji’s pants to free his aching cock, but immediate need washes over you when you see the sheer size of him. Hesitantly, you wrap your hand around his girth (barely encompassing the whole thing) and run your thumb over his glossy tip.
“Damn, doll-“ his breath hitching as he watched your smaller hand stroke him.
“Why are you so b-big?” you stutter much to your dismay, Toji’s hand on your cunt suddenly massaging your clit through your pants.
“S’cause I’m a big man, baby.” he says like it’s obvious—which it is, you asked a stupid question.
He kisses down your sternum, his hands tugging on the waistband of your pajamas—he looks up at you, awaiting permission. You nod, releasing his cock to stand and let him pull your pants and underwear down.
“Sooo wet, doll-“ he groans as he sucks bruises into your lower tummy, making his way down to your visibly dripping pussy.
“Fuck-“ you cry out as quiet as possible once Toji takes your swollen clit into his mouth and hollows his cheeks, creating an intense suction that has you weak in the knees. His large hands keep your hips still as you stand in front of him, clawing at his black compression shirt that’s clinging to his sweaty shoulders.
Loud slurps can be heard coming from between your legs as Toji tortures your poor clit. He grabs the back of one of your knees, pulling it up until your foot rests on the couch cushion next to him—this position reveals the rest of your cunt to the open air, allowing Toji to sink a thick digit inside of you.
“Oh- what the fuck-“ you whine a little too loud—you’re concerned about waking Megumi until you remember he slept through an entire college lecture. Toji is pumping his finger inside of you at a nearly cruel pace, the suction around your clit never letting up.
“Keep doing that s-shit and I’ll cum too- ngh- fast!” you feel your tummy tightening with every pound to the spongy spot inside and suckle on your sensitive bud.
“No such thing as too fast, baby-“ he replaces his mouth with fast flicks of his thumb while he speaks. “And I told you to consider this a tip, remember?” he laughs before diving right back into the mess between your legs.
“Oh my- god- cumming!” you cry out, hips stuttering, jaw unhinged, and warmth spreading throughout your lower body.
Toji just groans, slipping a second finger inside of you and nearly doubling in speed. He milks every last second of your orgasm with his superhuman dexterity, catching all of your juices in his greedy mouth. He slaps your ass before pulling away when you start tugging on his hair, urging him to stop.
“So good for me, doll-“ he places sweet kisses on your raised thigh, rubbing your hips with soothing circles as your lower body jerks a few final times. “pussy tastes so damn sweet.”
“Please- please fuck me.” you’re panting, but insatiable—desperate to be filled up by the man sitting in front of you.
“You’re so cute when you ask nicely, baby.” his hand runs back up your thigh, thumb brushing your clit once he reaches the apex. “I wanna hear you ask again.”
“Please- need to be f-full- please fuck me!” the tight circles on your overstimulated clit abruptly stop, making you whine at the loss. You pout, looking at Toji with confusion.
“I think you’re missing something, doll.” he urges you to try again, you’re already thoroughly embarrassed at this point, so what’s the point in being shy now?
“Please…daddy?”
“Ding, ding, ding.” a shit-eating grin overtakes his face—the next thing you know, you’re being thrown over Toji’s massive shoulder and taken to his bedroom down the hall.
He throws you down, not very gently, on his bed before spreading your legs to look at your sloppy cunt. He admires the view for a few seconds before stripping himself of his blood-stained shirt and pants.
Your cheeks flush red as you watch him strip—sure, his tight shirt did little to hide his physique but seeing it in the flesh had your poor cunt clenching around nothing. His muscular pecs, sweat glazed abs, and a scruffy black happy trail highlighting his v-line were just appetizers to the main course—the dick nearly the size of your forearm.
“What if it doesn’t fit?” your horny ignorance from earlier is long gone once he’s on top of you. His cock resting on your tummy, spanning all the way up past your belly button.
“What happened to all that begging, doll?” he mocks you, gathering slick from your hole and dragging it up to lubricate his dick. “Did the little girl finally realize she should be fucking boys her age and size?” Toji laughs, lining himself up to your cunt and awaiting your verdict.
“No- no I can take it-“ you cup his face in your hands, bringing him down for a chaste kiss. “Just go slow, please-“ you whisper, hands bracing on his shoulders.
You wince when Toji sinks the first inch inside your tight rings of muscle—the stretch is brutal but you have a point to prove. He spreads your legs further, pushing your knees up to the sides of your tits so he can thrust deeper.
“So tight, baby-“ he lets out a breath before continuing to plunge in more of his dick. “You gotta let me in, relax.” he lets go of one of your legs to rub at your clit.
“Mfmm- I’m trying-“ you whimper, grip on his shoulders tightening when he pushes in another brutal inch. He’s so close to bottoming out, he just needs you to go slack.
“You can do it, doll.” he reassures you, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, circles on your clit doubling in speed. He bottoms out with a loud groan into your now slack-jawed mouth.
“Fuck-“ you can feel Toji nudging your cervix with unrelenting pressure, your walls stretched thin to accommodate him.
You swear you can feel him in your damn lungs.
“There you go-“ he grunts, rolling his hips into yours with a deep grind that makes you mewl. “Taking daddy’s cock so well.” you nearly swat at him for his use of the title but you don’t get the chance—he suddenly pulls all the way out to the tip and slams back in with a single thrust.
“Oh- fuck!” you nearly scream, a single glossy tear falls down your cheek when he hits the back of your cunt with inexplicable force. You’re clawing for purchase on his back, legs closing around his hips—not entirely sure if you want him to leave or stay.
“So pretty like this, doll-“ Toji’s eyebrows furrow in pleasure, the scar on his lip quirks to the side in a subtle smile. “Almost as pretty as when you’re taking care of my- ngh- baby-“ the pace of his deep, long thrusts pick up every time he feels you clench around him.
“You’re s-so deep, Toji- shit!” you don’t think you’re able to breathe anymore, the constant thuds against your g-spot and cervix are quickly becoming too much. You plant your palms on his hard abs, trying to push him away.
“Nuh uh, none of that-“ he pulls out and flips you flat on your tummy before you can even protest—he forces himself back inside with a single languid thrust. “You wanted it, so you’re taking it, baby.”
Your cries of pleasure are muffled by the pillow that you’re being shoved into—you’re stuck in a mean prone bone, stuffed to the brim. Toji’s entire body is splayed on top of yours, pinning you down and leaving you nowhere to run.
“Take it for me, doll.” his hips slap against your ass with every pound to your deepest and most hidden spots inside of you. “You can do that, right?” he asks, kissing the top of your head tenderly.
“Mhmm! Mhmm- I can, daddy!” you’re cock drunk beyond belief, willing to say anything and everything as long as the coil in your belly releases.
“Can feel you- ngh- squeezing me, baby-“ Toji knows you’re about to cum and he’s not far behind—he sneaks one of his strong arms underneath your to rub your neglected clit in rapid side to side motions.
“Oh- fuck! M’cumming!” you squeal, hips fucking back to meet Toji’s rough pounds. You shake underneath him like you’re being exorcised, your hand reaching behind you to claw at Toji’s thigh to ground yourself.
Your juices spray the sheets wet—Toji’s pelvis isn’t safe from your geyser either. All he can do is groan at how hard you’re clamping down on his cock, whispering sweet-nothings in your ear as you come down from your high. Toji rolls his hips in a few more deep grinds before overfilling your pussy with his sticky cum, staining your insides white.
“God damn, doll-“ he’s panting against the top of your head, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your waist to help you relax. “you okay?” he whispers, in an effort to be considerate.
“Mhmm-“ you whisper back, nodding your head against the pillow.
Toji pulls out slowly, eyes locked in a trance as he watches his cum leak out of you in creamy dollops.
“So pretty-“ he groans, spreading your pussy lips apart to see your hole flutter as more and more of his cum drips down your cunt. He brings two fingers up to your pussy, gathering some of his lost seed and pushing it right back in.
“Ah- M’sensitive-“ you yelp meekly, propping up your upper body to your elbows.
“Sorry, baby.” he stands from the bed, leaving the room before he returns with a wet cloth to clean you up. It’s the least he could do after you tended to his wound earlier.
Toji grabs your hips and flips you over on your back—he spreads your legs and wipes away the mess. He throws the rag away behind his back with a dramatic flair that makes you giggle, leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips.
Wailing.
“Shit- Gumi woke up-“ you move to stand but Toji pushes you right back down, not very gently—as per usual.
“Daddy’s got it-“ he huffs a knowing laugh and winks at you. He pulls on some stray sweats from the floor before he stops in the doorway. “Would the little miss babysitter stay around for a while?” he asks, looking at you from over his broad shoulder.
“I don’t know, are you gonna pay me?” you giggle.
“I can’t afford that shit-“ he chuckles in return. “free housing and infinite orgasms should be payment enough, doll.”
Definition: Sexsomnia is a documented parasomnia where people engage in sexual behaviors while in deep non-REM sleep.
You were half-asleep on your stomach, one of Toji’s heavy arms slung over your waist. He’d passed out after a long job and you’d barely managed to peel off your panties before he dragged you into bed with him.
You thought you were dreaming when you felt his thick hard cock slide against the curve of your ass. “Toji…?” you whispered.
Nothing.
A big, calloused hand slid down your body, seamlessly squishing different parts of your body until he found your tits.
He just made a sleepy, satisfied sound and rocked forward again, the fat head of his cock nudging between your folds, spreading your slick without asking. You tried to stay quiet, but a soft whimper slipped out when he finally pushed in.
You bit the pillow. He was so fucking big especially at this angle, keeping your thighs pressed tight together.
He started fucking you like that relentless strokes while he stayed dead asleep. His hand stayed possessively on your hip, holding you right where he wanted you so he could grind in harder. “F-fuck… Toji—”
He didn’t answer. Just buried his face deeper into your hair and growled in his sleep, hips picking up speed.
This motherfucker is actually asleep and still rearranging my guts.
The realization made you clench violently around him. The wet sounds of his cum-covered cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy were getting louder.
His cock throbbed inside you, veins dragging against your walls with every drag. You were clenching around him, dripping down his balls, and he still didn’t wake up. You reached back blindly, fingers threading into his messy hair. “Toji… oh god—”
You came first pussy fluttering and gushing around the thick cock that refused to stop moving. The extra slick just made it easier for him. He fucked you harder with few brutal thrusts before he shoved himself as deep as he could go and came with a long groan. Thick ropes of cum filled you as he continued to pump weakly into you.
And still… the bastard didn’t wake up.
He stayed buried deep even after, cock twitching as the last of it leaked out. His arm stayed locked around you as he began to snore lightly.
The next morning light filtered in, waking you slowly, as you stirred. You were sore and sticky between your thighs.
Toji stirred behind you, stretching with a grunt before his hand lazily patted your ass. “Mornin’,” he rumbled, voice rough with sleep. “You look like you got fucked stupid last night.”
You stared at him, there’s no way this man had sexsomnia.
Toji’s sleepy smirk widened as he propped himself up on one elbow, green eyes dragging down your body. He blinked once, then shrugged, reaching down to massage your hip. “What? You look good.”
You pushed up on your forearms, wincing at the deep ache between your legs. “Toji… you fucked me last night. And you were like dead asleep the entire time.”
He laughed to himself, “Must’ve been a good dream,” he said, “Don’t remember shit. You should’ve slapped me or something if it was that bad.” He leaned in, kissing up your neck to your ear, “Wanna jog my memory?”
a/n: can toji cum pound this pussy in his sleep
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